Also, kudos to Roger "The Rocket" Clemens on his 300th career win and 4,000th career strikeout this past Friday.
A quiet weekend. Mary is well on the mend after having spent most of yesterday and today sleeping. She says that the antibiotic is doing its job, and I notice that she's not coughing very much at all. While she slept, I tried to keep myself occupied, so I did the laundry and started picking up after the cats. One of my little darlings likes to play with Kleenex, as evidenced by the fact that there was Kleenex all over the floor when I got up this morning. And, of course, anything small enough to be batted around becomes an instant cat toy.
I got out this afternoon and went to Media Play, and got three new albums: Two By Four by the LA Four (Laurindo Almeida, Bud Shank, Ray Brown and, on this album, Jeff Hamilton); Forever Gold by Charlie "Yardbird" Parker; and Chicago XI by Chicago. This last album is significant because it was Chicago's last album with Terry Kath and James William Guercio. The band fired Guercio as their producer not long after this album came out, and Terry Kath died, tragically, of an accidental self-inflicted gunshot wound the January after the album came out. Terry Kath was one of my guitar heroes in high school, and, interestingly enough, the day he was buried was also the day that I got married. It seems oddly significant.
I read an interesting article this weekend by J. Bradford DeLong about how computers, while they have added tremendously to our productivity, have also given us new and interesting ways to waste time. He starts out the article by stating that a few years ago he decided to delete the game Civilization off of all of his computers, because it was taking up too much of his time and hurting his productivity. It hit me hard, because lately I've been playing solitaire a lot when I could be doing something else, such as writing a story, playing the guitar, spending some time with Mary and the cats, doing some actual work, or just taking a break from staring into this monitor and ruining my eyes. I can sit down at this thing and spend hours just flipping between websites, checking my email every thirty seconds, playing solitaire, etc. and not actually doing anything. So, I deleted solitaire from this computer. The benefits were almost immediate. Having thus clothed myself in my "Panties Of Righteousness" (a phrase that put Mary in stitches the first time she heard it), I actually started writing a story, which I'm almost finished with (at least the first draft). I'm feeling more positive that I will actually complete Buff Studley, Rock 'n' Roll Detective one of these days! To quote a friend of mine (and she knows who she is), Whoo-Hoo-Hoo!
Hey, here's a great writing prompt: Write a story about Sunday. I got that prompt from the book What If?: Writing Exercises For Fiction Writers, by Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter. It's a pretty good book that I bought once when I was out of town (in Medford, Oregon, I believe) and bored silly, and I just dug it out this weekend.
Have a good week.